Falling victim to old bad habits….

I’m back home again, have been since Thursday evening. The strangest thing is happening: before I left for England on September 1st, I found that the last months in Norway I could hardly get any writing done at all – for some reason I was in this state of apathy. Now that I’m back in Norway on a 10 days “leave” from my studies in Chichester I find that I’m right back where I was before I left Norway; it seems like I can’t really get anything sensible done. Since I got back on Thursday I’ve not written a single word, well, creative word that is. I have written at couple of letters that needed writing, a couple of emails, and now this posting to my blog of course, but not a word on any of my short stories or my novel, and I don’t know why. The weeks I’ve spent in Chichester I’ve been writing at least something every day, or been reading something that I need to read for the course. I thought this summer that the reason why I could not write here was that I was just too pre-occupied with the move to England. But now – I have moved now, this is just a short stop at home and it shouldn’t really break my habit of writing, but it does. Am I just too comfortable here, at home that I just can’t find the inspiration to write? Do I need to be in an environment where I’m constantly challenged in all kinds of ways, and not here where things are safe and quiet and normal and really well-known to me? I don’t know, but will let you know if I find out.

I will have to try to get my act together at least a little bit this week though; I really need to do some back-ground or research reading for the short story I’m working on for my Wednesday workshops. But oh, there’s still plenty of time for doing that – isn’t it?

And even though I can’t seem to get much writing done while I’m here, I still love being home for awhile though. I met up with a couple of friends on Saturday, had some beers, and that was just excellent!